[IC] Chapter One: A map, a ship and a dream
”That was as delicate and touching a eulogy as we could expect given the circumstances,” the priest says as he places his hand on your shoulder.
Kneeling, looking up into your mother’s face, seeing her eyes behind the black veil, you come to realize why she is blank, empty, emotionless. Her eyes unfocused, one side of her soft, round features droops, her mouth slightly misshapen, pulled down to one side. She rocks back and forth, muscles quivering slightly, apparently involuntarily.
”Maryanne has not been well,” the priest adds.
Yet, despite the damage to her memory and to her mind, you feel a pull of recognition. It’s fleeting, slips away after barely a moment. Returns, and with it a feeling of tranquility. As if your words, your very presence has lifted a heavy weight from her spirit.
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